Kishore Kumar Hits

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Yeah
Feel like the flash how I run up a check
Bro on a bean, fuck the team off a x
Sippin' on green, put a tee on my flesh
Bro shoot the chop like he play for the nets
Hit from the back like I play for the Mets
Came with a mag, don't give a fuck what he said
Yeah, bring the meds, left the big body red
Yeah
I'm in a Honda all black diamonds I got it from Donda
Take a pic with his bit' then I fuck on his momma
Oh, you want drama? Come talk to my llama, ay
Bro gone let the K-pop, it ain't no BTS
Pull up in that Mozzy and take a perc from CVS
I just pulled up with a rod, they won't get away
Spin that, bend it, call me Lieutenant
Twin get sturdy like his ass Kai Cenat
I got some tenants, my mansions they rentin'
Yeah, slide down finna wreak wreak havoc
Yeah, oh you want a few bands? You could have it
Bro made him disappear like he do magic
My money blue like some shit been tragic
I go and double it, then I go add it
Just sold yo' momma a ounce, she a addict
I wont never go broke, finna go get it tatted
Give him some cheese for the chance that he ratted
I don't even know her, why she callin' me daddy?
Lil' bro a fatty, just want him a patty
I took a trip in a Rolls Royce caddy
Glocka leave him cockeyed, bro look happy
Yeah, three .10's and a flat that's a thirty
Long nights turned me to a furry
Hollow tip in the mag, make 'em scurry
I'm finna rob 'em, RIP Zuri
Spilled a four, now the Margiela dirty
Ran straight into Neimans in a hurry
When I die, bury me off a perky
When I die, bury me next to Zergy
Woah, woah
Ten racks on this Louis V, yeah yeah
I don't even know what she mean to me, yeah
Why they stressing me?
Uh, please don't pester me
Need brain, come bring that neck to me, yeah
You below me boy, stop thinking that you next to me
Black and white on Murakami, I look like a referee
Yeah, 3.5 in the swisher, boy I'm him so start respecting me
Yeah, she play with my balls so much, think I got a vasectomy, yeah
Tip toe round the clock, I get money never stop
These lil' boys on my cock, yeah they keep on praying that I flop
Well that's a false god
You could catch me in ten buck two
Slatt, slatt
Broke boy, man fuck you
Ten shots hit his body for a buck two, uh
Yeah
7.62, hard to keep that bitch tucked
Pour me a four, heard it's good for some luck
Chopper gone quack, make the lil' boy duck
Bro off a pink, made his ass turn up
I got the blaster, it's finna blast him
Oh yo' brother he rap? Yeah go tell him I passed him
They would come to the show and treat me like a pastor
Money counter going way, way too fast
Hop out the whip run a 4.2, you ain't support me
But I still support you
Margiela tracksuit when I show up to court too
Fell asleep in the stu off a boot, I'm too bored dude
You could take my spot, nah I'm playing
Nah, no the fuck you could not
Can you please get off of my crotch?
Yeah, let me tell y'all a story
These lil' bitches fishy dory
Lets link up, we at satori
She calling me dad, let me call up Maury
25 bands, help me sleep to the morning
Triple shot to his dawg, now his bitch ass mourning, huh
7.62, different side of me
Twenty bad bitches, boy I got variety
I'm in the cut off a perc, fuck sobriety
I keep the strap on my side, I'm not fighting
Smokin' on strong, hella heavy, it's mighty
Lay in my bed next to strippers, I'm tidy
I pour a eight, I woke up off some molly
She won't get off my wood, but it's shoutout to dolly
This lil' bitch crazy, want a train like a trolly
Aye, fuck with the gun made the choppa my bae
Bro caught a body AR in LA
Smokin' on loud, cant hear what you say
You playin' with pretend ah money
Shoutout Cyber
28 shots finna hit 28
Ten Percocets make me feel 28
Bro took the 5.56 on a date
Pistol with a beam, let the fuck shit mate
Pull in a Mozzy, I swerve in a wraith
Skirt
Hop out the I8, me and my sister that's Biphate
Huh, hollow tip mag make him die aye

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